Compassion
“Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.” Matthew 10:29
Compassion is a tearless grief, an eye
Like God’s. How else could He survive? He sees
And can’t indulge Himself. He cannot cry
Because He’d never stop. His teardrops freeze
Because He can’t escape from knowing all.
He knows the past, the future and the pain
That shreds through all creation, birds that fall
Like swifts that never come to ground and stain
It with their death, no, never crash till dead.
The swifts can’t pray so they can never ask
For mercy. They think God is just a dread
To be ignored. He wears discretion’s mask.
His immortality means He can’t swoop
To painless realms. He’s on an endless loop.
~ Phillip Whidden
It must be sad to be so wise
to know all things that are,
Eternal mind Who forms and flies
from atom to far’thest star.
To know the wrong that men all do
to One so wise and free
Is pain beyond our knowing;
Yet, how forbearing is He.
We slake our lusts in ignorance,
Brief lifetimes sprung from sod:
Bored by Immortal Innocence;
How sad it must be, to be God.
I’m sorry. I almost never check for messages here. Please forgive me.